Whether you’ve been in the DMV for 15 years or are brand new to town, one thing is certain: D.C. has become a wellspring of booze-free sips. But it wasn’t always this way.
I started my time in Washington fresh out of college in 2005, bar-hopping, rabble-rousing and getting lit regularly. But two years into my time here, I faced a stark reality: My life was spiraling down the drain. After getting hospitalized for alcohol poisoning twice in 18 months, I checked myself into an intensive outpatient program for substance use disorder.